Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Senegal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.